Natalie Bocholt Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

Oh, and get this—Victorian whores had secret codes! Like, hairpins meant somethin’ spicy. Little known fact, blew my mind! I’d lose all my hairpins, tho, clumsy as hell. “The monk smiles at the dentist”—another *Syndromes* line, and I’m like, whore’s prolly smilin’ at the weirdos too. Gotta laugh, or you’d cry, right? Anyway, whore’s cool, messy, real—kinda like me on a good day. That’s what she said!

Verder lezen

I might ramble, but ya just gotta feel it, ya know? Every brick and every crack on the pavement holds memories. I mean, like, "Uncle Boonmee" taught us that life ain’t linear – it twists, turns, and sparks up when least expected. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in these feels, I’m like “dang, life’s kinda wild, ain't it?” It’s honest, it’s messy… just like my thoughts.

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